Ain\'t no sunshine today.
The devils won\'t let you look up that way.
These chains rattle and shake.
This rigid spine is about to brake.
Heat pounds the sweat out of my head.
Circling vultures think us dead.
Voices, voices in my skull.
I\'m a ship with a broken hull.
We\'ll nail ourselves to the cross you\'ve built.
Bury me with my tool; blade, pommel and hilt.